The Emergence of Eve
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Weddings are just so exhausting, I have been
running helter skelter trying to finalise all the
arrangements. Neither my phone nor myself
have been able to catch a break all week, the
preparations have been getting the better of
me.
My phone has started vibrating again, and
this time around it’s the woman of my life
calling. I won’t say I have been in love with
her from the first moment we saw, but more
like she has always been there waiting for
me.
It seemed like she knew we would eventually
end up together, we met in a bus a few
years ago. I was on my way for some
deployment work my company sent me to.
They gave me money for flight but back then,
I needed all the money I could get. So, I
collected the money and took a night bus,
kept the money for other arrangements. I
had some girls waiting for me to arrive at
Lagos. I took some money out
of the bank for that trip, put everything
together and went on the night bus.
She was just sitting and reading a novel, she
was reading John Grisham’s novel, The Client.
I had read the novel some years back, so I
used that to strike up a conversation with her
and we hit off right from then. I had no plans
for her then, just knew she was petite and
cute with an ample bosom. I collected her
number and the rest, they say, is history. I
still cannot believe that I am marrying the
girl I met in a bus.
Everyone had told her not to trust me, even
my friends always joked about me being a
reckless womaniser while we were together.
She would laugh it off and tell them it was a
lie. Somehow for the past 6-7 months, I can’t
remember talking to any new girl or even
been interested in them. I have stopped
looking at women lustfully, I just went on a
regular business with them, at a point, all
women seemed like men to me. I just wasn’t
attracted to anyone of them sexually
anymore which is quite shocking, as the
former me would ogle at any woman for any
reason, looking for ways of getting into their
pants either by professing fake love and
dolling out cash.
It’s quite unbelievable what I have become;
I’m now a responsible man which is
impossible to understand. I was so randy that
my mum always said if any of them should
get pregnant, I should just bring her home
for her. Funny how I have turned a new leaf,
very surprising.
I couldn’t pick her call, it was very noisy where
I was. I was at Ojo Alaba International market, hoping to
change some money I picked up via Western
Union. I needed to sort out little bills before
the D-day tomorrow. We had already done
our introduction and engagement days
earlier.
As soon as I collected the Naira equivalent of
the dollars, I got into my car, before I could
start the ignition of the car, another call
came in. The caller was a close friend, Jamba.
Jamba is partly responsible for my earlier randy
and scandalous life. He initiated all the
paroles, he involved me and I didn’t turn his
plans down, hence the “partly responsible”.
We went around Africa fucking girls from
different countries, it seemed like we were
on a mission to enter the Guinness book of
record, we planned the South America voyage
which I missed. I still regret missing that
trip. Now, I can't go again. I picked the call on the second ring.
“Jamba, whats up” I said
“Afam, we have to change the venue for the
Bachelor’s eve” Jamba said
“What’s the problem? Why are we changing
venue” I queried
“Don’t bother your big head, I want to
change the girls coming” He said
“You do know I’m not doing anything tonight,
the girls are for you guys” I replied,
uninterested in the girls he was bringing.
“Hmmm, don’t worry. Let’s wait till that time”
Jamba said confidently.
“The new venue is in Festac town now” Jamba
continued.
“Jamba, why are you taking us that far, is there
no place in Ikeja or even on the island, why
Festac” I protested.
“I will come and pick you if its driving you’re
scared of; I’ve told you I have plans for you”
Jamba said.
With that, the line went off.
Fast forward to 3 hours later, we got to the
club in Festac, very nice and comfy. We’ve been
drinking for about 1 hour or 2 before the
girls arrived. We all ogled at the girls, they
started dancing, everyone got the piece of
the action. They were really crème girls. Jamba
has outdone himself particularly with this
one. I have always respected his choice when
it comes to selecting girls but I doff my hat
for him for tonight’s entertainment.
The strippers also came separately, very juicy
set of girls, 3 of them actually. I was in the
middle, they rubbed all over me, I kept
smiling and being neutral to all what the girls
were doing. The girls took off their bras,
spinning it in the air. I liked the show but I
wasn’t moved, we all had a good time after I
stood up from the seat, a couple of my
friends also got on but the name of the game
was that you couldn’t touch. It was crazy fun.
All I could think of that night was my to-be
wife, how supportive she has been, how
understanding she was during my years of
screwing around town. I was positive none of
the girls here could make me cheat on her
especially on the eve of our wedding.
I was still arguing with the boys, talking
about our stupid naughty adventures when
the boys said they had one last send-off
arrangement for me. They all agreed that I
had changed, they were happy with my
changed nature, how I have evolved into a
gentle man. They all said unanimously that I
would fail the last test but strangely I was
confident with myself.
At this point, I also doubted my own
confidence because these were people who
had known me for more than 6 years. They
must know that I would probably fail the last
test, they threw more light on the test,
revealing that there would be no one will be
in the room asides the girl and myself, no
one will ever know what will happen behind
those doors. The truth of what happened
behind the closed doors will be whatever I
say it is. They took me into the room,
completely sound-proof, 2 chairs in the
centre of the room, the room was chilly,
music sipping in. No one will knock on the
door except if I didn’t come out till 5AM next
morning. I was beginning to get worried as I
couldn’t understand what kind of game this
was, but been stubborn as I was, I should
have backed down but the curiosity of the
game got to me.
The last instruction was that the light of the
room would be out exactly 20 seconds after
the lady stepped into the room. I regained
my confidence that 20 seconds won’t lead to
anything.
I got up, poured myself some Johnny Walker
and drank it down in one gulp. Jamba took me
to the room, as I was about to enter, I
looked back and screamed at my friends how
I would disappoint them and come out
without fucking the girl.
I got in, the light was still on, I looked
around for any form of cameras to see if my
jackass friends were trying to monitor me
outside. The room was bare, nothing asides
the rug ,2 arm chairs and the air-conditioner.
I settled into one of the chairs, the one
facing the door, I wanted to have a good look
at whoever was going to come into the room. A few seconds later, someone appeared into
the room, she was wearing a short gown,
tight fitting, she was every inch a figure 8,
like she was carved, her boobs are straining
the outfit, almost bursting out of the clothes.
As she got in, she locked the door behind
her. The light of the room was a red light,
the ass on her was incredible, it was a semi
circle, protruding out of her
body violently with her hips flaring to the
side.
I swallowed spit.
The 20 seconds started counting, she
immediately started undressing, firstly
stepping out of her red stilettos, she zipped
down her gown from the side, she wriggled
her waist left and right to get the gown off
her, as the gown gave way a little down her
thighs. Her colour tone was light, pure and
unusual, her hair was long, bouncy & curvy ,
she had the complexion of Eva Mendez and
the body attributes of Esther Baxter. She was
too curvy, I swallowed my saliva for the
second time as the light went off. She didn’t
utter one word, she just came closer, slowly
and erotic in every step.
My facial expression still remained straight
and confident but my lower body was giving
me away. Good thing the lights are off, she
wouldn’t know, there were tiny shimmers of
lights streaming in through the door. I could
barely see anything, straining my eyes gave
me a little to see but too concentration
intensive.
She kept walking around me, using her hands
to trace out my shoulder, I maintained my
calm composure, she bent behind me and
whispered into my ear
“Don’t worry, I will take care of you” She
said.
Her accent seemed strange, not Nigerian,
not American or British neither. I started
putting things together, the colour of her
body was different, even her hair didn't seem
like the regular Brazilian hair. She was South
American??? Her skin tone and her face will
suggest either Mexican or Puerto Rican, she
must be South American. As she whispered
those words into my ears, the scent from her
mouth went straight into my head and caused
havoc as my erection went spiral. I could only
imagine what she would do to me tonight.
Jamba is a bastard, I kept saying silently. He
knew I always wanted to fuck a South
American chic, he knew of my obsession for
them before I turned into a responsible man.
I was remembering the curves of her body
that the light gave me for 20 seconds. Jamba
brought the South American voyage to
Nigeria for me, the reason I couldn’t travel
then was because of my father’s illness, it
gulped all of my savings.
She put her hands down on my shoulder,
allowing it slide down my shoulder till they
got to my thighs, I could feel her boobs on
my shoulder, the feeling was awesome, I
could have an orgasm just by the feel of her
boobs against me, I closed my eyes to savour
the moment.
She put her fingers everywhere on my body
asides my crotch area, she nibbled my
earlobes, kissing them. I could imagine the
feel of her lips against mine, the teasing of
my earlobes sent sparks of excitement down
my spine. I remained in the same position
with my mouth ajar, she kept on rubbing her
lips against the tip of my ear. I felt my dick
jerk inside my trousers. She stopped, came back to my front,
unhooked her bra and allowed it fall to her
flat tummy, I couldn’t see very well but I
could see the round mold of her boobs, her
nipples jutting, staring me right in the face,
her boobs were looking perky and very
handful. I couldn’t wait to feel her boobs in
my hands, I had lost all my sense of been
responsible.
She dangled them in front of me, at this
point I took my hands that I crossed over my
legs and held on tight to the stands of the
chair. Holding on as if I might fall off,,She
brought her dangling boobs to the front of
my face little by little till my face was in the
middle of her bosom. My face was buried in
between her massive boobs, the skin of her
boobs felt warm and inviting, I just wanted
to stay there for eternity. I bowed my head
in between the boobs, she kept rubbing them
gently around my face, I didn’t know when I
bent my head slightly to take a nipple into
my mouth. Something definitely came over
me as I sucked on her nipples. They tasted
warm and probably honey coated.
I mustered all I had into it, sucking and
licking the nipples, she gently sat on my laps
spreading her legs, at this point she must
have noticed the gigantic erection in my jean.
She held my head close to her bosom and
she began to grind her pussy against my
jeans. I could hear her silent moan in my
ears, it was barely audible, the low audio
streamed into my ears. As the moans became
louder, I left the chair I was holding onto and
grabbed her ass kneading them. I pulled her
ass deeper into my waist.
The skin was soft and succulent, they felt
delicate, I couldn’t grab as wild as I wanted
to, her ass seemed like it was made of glass.
I switched my mouth to the other nipples,
twisting and massaging the other one, I
smooched hard and the grinding against
crotch got wilder and harder.
She stood up, knelt in front of me, began to
undo my trouser to release my dick, my pre-
cum had already stained the top of my boxer
short, she unbuttoned it and my dick was still
oozing.
She took her mouth to the tip of my dick and
sucked out my pre-cum and swallowed it,
paying attention to my facial expression
which at this time seemed like that of a
weeping c***d. I had lost total control, my
dick was standing at 90 degrees. She began
to lick it like a dog licking water, licking it
round and round, what marvelled me was that
she wasn’t using her hands, I couldn’t wait to
feel her hand holding my dick. The warmth of
her fingers, the softness of her palms, all
sorts of ideas were running into my head.
She continued sucking it round and round and
then suddenly deep throated me. I felt a light
scream escape my mouth, the warmth of her
mouth was incredible, I could feel my tip of
my dick down her throat, she began jerking
her mouth against my dick. I have received
blowjobs before but this was simply out of
this world. I raised my hip up to meet her
mouth mid air, she burped a little bit,
brought out my dick.
She asked me to join her on the rug, I sat in
front of her while she faced me, I spread my
legs and brought her legs forward, wrapped
her side skin of her feet around my dick and
began to jerk it. I threw my neck to the back,
I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I have
never experienced been jerked off with feet.
I was the one screaming while she continued
to watch my facial expression as I continued
weeping like a baby, I felt my load coming as
my scream became more. She stopped with
her feet and brought her face closer and
finally started stroking my dick. At this point,
I wish I could delay my cum but I couldn’t. I
blasted my load out in front of her face, she
looked adorable.
She watched me climax, sitting in front of
me, she actually made me cum without
taking off her pants, I was sitting on the rug
resting with my hand behind me with my dick
out of my boxers.
She climbed on top of me avoiding my dick
and gave me a full mouth kiss. She blew my
mind in every human way possible. I longed
to spend more time with her but she got up,
dressed up and left, dropped a piece of
paper with her phone number and a small
message saying
“Am only in town for 2 nights.”
All I know is, I must fuck her before she
leaves…..I can’t be the first guy to fuck
another woman the second day
after marriage.
running helter skelter trying to finalise all the
arrangements. Neither my phone nor myself
have been able to catch a break all week, the
preparations have been getting the better of
me.
My phone has started vibrating again, and
this time around it’s the woman of my life
calling. I won’t say I have been in love with
her from the first moment we saw, but more
like she has always been there waiting for
me.
It seemed like she knew we would eventually
end up together, we met in a bus a few
years ago. I was on my way for some
deployment work my company sent me to.
They gave me money for flight but back then,
I needed all the money I could get. So, I
collected the money and took a night bus,
kept the money for other arrangements. I
had some girls waiting for me to arrive at
Lagos. I took some money out
of the bank for that trip, put everything
together and went on the night bus.
She was just sitting and reading a novel, she
was reading John Grisham’s novel, The Client.
I had read the novel some years back, so I
used that to strike up a conversation with her
and we hit off right from then. I had no plans
for her then, just knew she was petite and
cute with an ample bosom. I collected her
number and the rest, they say, is history. I
still cannot believe that I am marrying the
girl I met in a bus.
Everyone had told her not to trust me, even
my friends always joked about me being a
reckless womaniser while we were together.
She would laugh it off and tell them it was a
lie. Somehow for the past 6-7 months, I can’t
remember talking to any new girl or even
been interested in them. I have stopped
looking at women lustfully, I just went on a
regular business with them, at a point, all
women seemed like men to me. I just wasn’t
attracted to anyone of them sexually
anymore which is quite shocking, as the
former me would ogle at any woman for any
reason, looking for ways of getting into their
pants either by professing fake love and
dolling out cash.
It’s quite unbelievable what I have become;
I’m now a responsible man which is
impossible to understand. I was so randy that
my mum always said if any of them should
get pregnant, I should just bring her home
for her. Funny how I have turned a new leaf,
very surprising.
I couldn’t pick her call, it was very noisy where
I was. I was at Ojo Alaba International market, hoping to
change some money I picked up via Western
Union. I needed to sort out little bills before
the D-day tomorrow. We had already done
our introduction and engagement days
earlier.
As soon as I collected the Naira equivalent of
the dollars, I got into my car, before I could
start the ignition of the car, another call
came in. The caller was a close friend, Jamba.
Jamba is partly responsible for my earlier randy
and scandalous life. He initiated all the
paroles, he involved me and I didn’t turn his
plans down, hence the “partly responsible”.
We went around Africa fucking girls from
different countries, it seemed like we were
on a mission to enter the Guinness book of
record, we planned the South America voyage
which I missed. I still regret missing that
trip. Now, I can't go again. I picked the call on the second ring.
“Jamba, whats up” I said
“Afam, we have to change the venue for the
Bachelor’s eve” Jamba said
“What’s the problem? Why are we changing
venue” I queried
“Don’t bother your big head, I want to
change the girls coming” He said
“You do know I’m not doing anything tonight,
the girls are for you guys” I replied,
uninterested in the girls he was bringing.
“Hmmm, don’t worry. Let’s wait till that time”
Jamba said confidently.
“The new venue is in Festac town now” Jamba
continued.
“Jamba, why are you taking us that far, is there
no place in Ikeja or even on the island, why
Festac” I protested.
“I will come and pick you if its driving you’re
scared of; I’ve told you I have plans for you”
Jamba said.
With that, the line went off.
Fast forward to 3 hours later, we got to the
club in Festac, very nice and comfy. We’ve been
drinking for about 1 hour or 2 before the
girls arrived. We all ogled at the girls, they
started dancing, everyone got the piece of
the action. They were really crème girls. Jamba
has outdone himself particularly with this
one. I have always respected his choice when
it comes to selecting girls but I doff my hat
for him for tonight’s entertainment.
The strippers also came separately, very juicy
set of girls, 3 of them actually. I was in the
middle, they rubbed all over me, I kept
smiling and being neutral to all what the girls
were doing. The girls took off their bras,
spinning it in the air. I liked the show but I
wasn’t moved, we all had a good time after I
stood up from the seat, a couple of my
friends also got on but the name of the game
was that you couldn’t touch. It was crazy fun.
All I could think of that night was my to-be
wife, how supportive she has been, how
understanding she was during my years of
screwing around town. I was positive none of
the girls here could make me cheat on her
especially on the eve of our wedding.
I was still arguing with the boys, talking
about our stupid naughty adventures when
the boys said they had one last send-off
arrangement for me. They all agreed that I
had changed, they were happy with my
changed nature, how I have evolved into a
gentle man. They all said unanimously that I
would fail the last test but strangely I was
confident with myself.
At this point, I also doubted my own
confidence because these were people who
had known me for more than 6 years. They
must know that I would probably fail the last
test, they threw more light on the test,
revealing that there would be no one will be
in the room asides the girl and myself, no
one will ever know what will happen behind
those doors. The truth of what happened
behind the closed doors will be whatever I
say it is. They took me into the room,
completely sound-proof, 2 chairs in the
centre of the room, the room was chilly,
music sipping in. No one will knock on the
door except if I didn’t come out till 5AM next
morning. I was beginning to get worried as I
couldn’t understand what kind of game this
was, but been stubborn as I was, I should
have backed down but the curiosity of the
game got to me.
The last instruction was that the light of the
room would be out exactly 20 seconds after
the lady stepped into the room. I regained
my confidence that 20 seconds won’t lead to
anything.
I got up, poured myself some Johnny Walker
and drank it down in one gulp. Jamba took me
to the room, as I was about to enter, I
looked back and screamed at my friends how
I would disappoint them and come out
without fucking the girl.
I got in, the light was still on, I looked
around for any form of cameras to see if my
jackass friends were trying to monitor me
outside. The room was bare, nothing asides
the rug ,2 arm chairs and the air-conditioner.
I settled into one of the chairs, the one
facing the door, I wanted to have a good look
at whoever was going to come into the room. A few seconds later, someone appeared into
the room, she was wearing a short gown,
tight fitting, she was every inch a figure 8,
like she was carved, her boobs are straining
the outfit, almost bursting out of the clothes.
As she got in, she locked the door behind
her. The light of the room was a red light,
the ass on her was incredible, it was a semi
circle, protruding out of her
body violently with her hips flaring to the
side.
I swallowed spit.
The 20 seconds started counting, she
immediately started undressing, firstly
stepping out of her red stilettos, she zipped
down her gown from the side, she wriggled
her waist left and right to get the gown off
her, as the gown gave way a little down her
thighs. Her colour tone was light, pure and
unusual, her hair was long, bouncy & curvy ,
she had the complexion of Eva Mendez and
the body attributes of Esther Baxter. She was
too curvy, I swallowed my saliva for the
second time as the light went off. She didn’t
utter one word, she just came closer, slowly
and erotic in every step.
My facial expression still remained straight
and confident but my lower body was giving
me away. Good thing the lights are off, she
wouldn’t know, there were tiny shimmers of
lights streaming in through the door. I could
barely see anything, straining my eyes gave
me a little to see but too concentration
intensive.
She kept walking around me, using her hands
to trace out my shoulder, I maintained my
calm composure, she bent behind me and
whispered into my ear
“Don’t worry, I will take care of you” She
said.
Her accent seemed strange, not Nigerian,
not American or British neither. I started
putting things together, the colour of her
body was different, even her hair didn't seem
like the regular Brazilian hair. She was South
American??? Her skin tone and her face will
suggest either Mexican or Puerto Rican, she
must be South American. As she whispered
those words into my ears, the scent from her
mouth went straight into my head and caused
havoc as my erection went spiral. I could only
imagine what she would do to me tonight.
Jamba is a bastard, I kept saying silently. He
knew I always wanted to fuck a South
American chic, he knew of my obsession for
them before I turned into a responsible man.
I was remembering the curves of her body
that the light gave me for 20 seconds. Jamba
brought the South American voyage to
Nigeria for me, the reason I couldn’t travel
then was because of my father’s illness, it
gulped all of my savings.
She put her hands down on my shoulder,
allowing it slide down my shoulder till they
got to my thighs, I could feel her boobs on
my shoulder, the feeling was awesome, I
could have an orgasm just by the feel of her
boobs against me, I closed my eyes to savour
the moment.
She put her fingers everywhere on my body
asides my crotch area, she nibbled my
earlobes, kissing them. I could imagine the
feel of her lips against mine, the teasing of
my earlobes sent sparks of excitement down
my spine. I remained in the same position
with my mouth ajar, she kept on rubbing her
lips against the tip of my ear. I felt my dick
jerk inside my trousers. She stopped, came back to my front,
unhooked her bra and allowed it fall to her
flat tummy, I couldn’t see very well but I
could see the round mold of her boobs, her
nipples jutting, staring me right in the face,
her boobs were looking perky and very
handful. I couldn’t wait to feel her boobs in
my hands, I had lost all my sense of been
responsible.
She dangled them in front of me, at this
point I took my hands that I crossed over my
legs and held on tight to the stands of the
chair. Holding on as if I might fall off,,She
brought her dangling boobs to the front of
my face little by little till my face was in the
middle of her bosom. My face was buried in
between her massive boobs, the skin of her
boobs felt warm and inviting, I just wanted
to stay there for eternity. I bowed my head
in between the boobs, she kept rubbing them
gently around my face, I didn’t know when I
bent my head slightly to take a nipple into
my mouth. Something definitely came over
me as I sucked on her nipples. They tasted
warm and probably honey coated.
I mustered all I had into it, sucking and
licking the nipples, she gently sat on my laps
spreading her legs, at this point she must
have noticed the gigantic erection in my jean.
She held my head close to her bosom and
she began to grind her pussy against my
jeans. I could hear her silent moan in my
ears, it was barely audible, the low audio
streamed into my ears. As the moans became
louder, I left the chair I was holding onto and
grabbed her ass kneading them. I pulled her
ass deeper into my waist.
The skin was soft and succulent, they felt
delicate, I couldn’t grab as wild as I wanted
to, her ass seemed like it was made of glass.
I switched my mouth to the other nipples,
twisting and massaging the other one, I
smooched hard and the grinding against
crotch got wilder and harder.
She stood up, knelt in front of me, began to
undo my trouser to release my dick, my pre-
cum had already stained the top of my boxer
short, she unbuttoned it and my dick was still
oozing.
She took her mouth to the tip of my dick and
sucked out my pre-cum and swallowed it,
paying attention to my facial expression
which at this time seemed like that of a
weeping c***d. I had lost total control, my
dick was standing at 90 degrees. She began
to lick it like a dog licking water, licking it
round and round, what marvelled me was that
she wasn’t using her hands, I couldn’t wait to
feel her hand holding my dick. The warmth of
her fingers, the softness of her palms, all
sorts of ideas were running into my head.
She continued sucking it round and round and
then suddenly deep throated me. I felt a light
scream escape my mouth, the warmth of her
mouth was incredible, I could feel my tip of
my dick down her throat, she began jerking
her mouth against my dick. I have received
blowjobs before but this was simply out of
this world. I raised my hip up to meet her
mouth mid air, she burped a little bit,
brought out my dick.
She asked me to join her on the rug, I sat in
front of her while she faced me, I spread my
legs and brought her legs forward, wrapped
her side skin of her feet around my dick and
began to jerk it. I threw my neck to the back,
I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I have
never experienced been jerked off with feet.
I was the one screaming while she continued
to watch my facial expression as I continued
weeping like a baby, I felt my load coming as
my scream became more. She stopped with
her feet and brought her face closer and
finally started stroking my dick. At this point,
I wish I could delay my cum but I couldn’t. I
blasted my load out in front of her face, she
looked adorable.
She watched me climax, sitting in front of
me, she actually made me cum without
taking off her pants, I was sitting on the rug
resting with my hand behind me with my dick
out of my boxers.
She climbed on top of me avoiding my dick
and gave me a full mouth kiss. She blew my
mind in every human way possible. I longed
to spend more time with her but she got up,
dressed up and left, dropped a piece of
paper with her phone number and a small
message saying
“Am only in town for 2 nights.”
All I know is, I must fuck her before she
leaves…..I can’t be the first guy to fuck
another woman the second day
after marriage.
Aspen
- 20.11.2020
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